Page 152 of From Drummer to Gamer

Fuck.

My mouth slammed against hers once again. She was so breathtakingly beautiful that keeping my hunger at bay was hard.

I lifted her dress to her waist.

A wild moan ripped her lips when my shorts-covered dick met her soft, warm pussy, barely contained in her thin panties.

I could smell the wetness dripping between her legs.

“You want more, firecracker?” I asked, my hand slipping inside her dress, smoothing over her silky back, before they crept to the underside of her breasts, swollen and heavy for me.

“Hmm.” Her breaths came out in sharp exhales.

“Answer me?” I commanded, twisting her nipple hard.

“Ahh,” she screamed, a shudder quaking her body. “Yes, yes. I want more.”

“Good.” I cupped her breasts, gliding my thumb over the hard peaks. I flicked them over and over again, teasing her, loving how her body went feral in my lap.

I had to suppress a groan every time her hips bucked, meeting my dick, which grew so fucking hard that it hurt.

“You’re a slut, aren’t you, Sierra? You’re not an innocent little girl. The kind of girl who would settle for a nice, decent boy. But then he can never satisfy the ache in your pussy, can he? You want a man, don’t you? You want amantotouchyou,kissyou,fuckyou, don’t you? You want a big fucking man to make you feel good, don’t you?”

Her hazel eyes met mine, and her lips parted as she gasped for air. “I want you, Matty,” she whispered so softly that I almost didn’t hear it. “No one else. You, just you.”

Something sharp stung my lungs. I ran a thumb along her cheek. “Then screammy namewhen I make you come.” And with that, I released my cock and slid her panties aside as I plunged into her to the hilt. No need to prime her hungry, wet hole.

“Oh God,” she moaned, throwing her head back.

“Eyes on me when I fuck you, Sierra.” I slowly lifted my hips into her, not giving her the hard, full pounding I knew she wanted from me.

Slowly, her eyes drew to me, and she gripped my shoulders.

I scooted the chair farther back, with my cock still in her, and the motion made her whine out a groan. But her eyes never left mine because she knew I wouldn’t give her what she wanted if I couldn’t see those beautiful hazels.

I stopped when my back touched the wall.

“Ready for the ride?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Good,” I said before I braced my feet on the floor and slammed into her hard from below.

Over and over and over again.

And she purred in my lap, taking me so good, I could feel my sensitive piercing hit her in all those spots that made her go crazy. I added another one, and she seemed to love it.

And exactly at the sixteenth beat, the glaze in her eyes deepened, and the pinks in her cheeks spread to her chest, and I knew she was about to come.

“Don’t come. I want you in my mouth,” she rasped through her ragged breath.

I nodded, slamming into her. Sierra was obsessed with having me in her mouth, and who was I to deny it because it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

Right at the twenty-second slam, her pussy strangled my cock, and she came screaming my name.

I knew because I counted, and she was too predictable, it took sixteen beats for her to reach the verge of an orgasm, twenty for her to come, and twenty to thirty hard slams of my dick for her to scream my name and break.

And I had to grit my teeth not to follow her.

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